Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love.
There is no way.
Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love,
But, you see, I've got no charm.
Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold,
Oh, this is very clear to you.
And you can tell I have never really loved.
You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day.
And all of my life no-one gave me anything.
No-one has ever given me anything.
My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye.
You must be such a fool to pass me by
(Porque o meu amor é mordaz, pica, fere, é agudo como uma agulha no teu olho
Devem ser loucos não gostarem de mim...)
quarta-feira, 1 de agosto de 2007
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